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Chapter 6

Mathew Monroe

“Baby… I finally have you to myself.” Megan came to hug me the moment I walked inside her room from the bathroom.

“You almost messed things up at the banquet earlier.” I unwrapped her arms from my body and gently pushed her back, rolling my eyes at her.

“I just couldn't help it—”

“If you weren't all over me, Rose wouldn't have suspected anything. I told you this whole thing was a bad idea in the first place. I wasn't supposed to be seen there with you.” I walked past her to sit on the bed.

“You can't blame me, can you? I mean, we already had everything planned out. She wasn't supposed to be there. It was supposed to be just you and me.” She reminded me as she stripped out of her dress, leaving only her bra and panties on.

“Megan…” I paused, then stood up and walked over to her, pulling her into my arms.

“I know you want me, and you know the feeling is mutual. All I'm saying is that we need to take things slow. Rose can't find out anything… At least not now.” I lifted my hand to her face, tucking the strands of her lengthy brown hair behind her neck, cupping her cheek in my palm.

“I will try.” She rolled her eyes.

I leaned in to kiss her, but she flinched, pulling away from me.

“What's up now, Meg?” I watched as she walked over to sit on the bed.

“You demanded that I spend the night with you, and here I am.” I reminded her. I would've gone home to Rose, but I had to stay back because she wanted me to, and now she's giving me attitude?

“It's not sex I want, Mathew, and you know it.” She rolled her eyes, turning her face away.

“Meg—”

“You promised to get her to give the company to me. What's the problem now? I've been patient enough, don't you think so?” She scoffed.

“Come on, Meg. We both know that I've been trying. I have no idea what happened that made her change her mind, but—”

“That doesn't matter, Mathew. What I want to see is the result. Not this excuse.” She shut me up.

“Did you see what happened at the banquet? Nobody noticed me. They were all over her. I was completely humiliated there. Did you like that?” She complained, a deep frown settling on her face.

“It's not that I liked—”

“Then do something about it. Get the company from her. That is the only way I'll be respected out there. Just fucking get the company!” She cut me off as she shot to her feet, raising her voice at me.

“I will do something about it, Meg. I promise, I will.” I wrapped my arms around her waist.

“I'm not pleased with how you were all over Bruce earlier.” I complained, and she rolled her eyes.

I could still remember how much my heart ached, seeing her gushing over him. It hurt deeply more than I could ever imagine.

“Come on, Mathew. Don't be insecure.” She scoffed as she left me to go sit on the bed again.

“I knew Bruce way back in school. Besides, he is a star…” she paused and exhaled. “Do you know how much it's going to boost my modeling career just by working with him? I was only trying to secure a spot for myself.” She stood up and walked up to me again, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“You know you are the only man I've ever loved. Whatever happened back there was purely business, and nothing much.” She shrugged, leaning in for a kiss, and I didn't fail to kiss her, though it was brief and less intense.

“But, Meg—”

“Mathew, can we focus on us and forget about every other thing for now, hmm?” She held my hands and wrapped them around her waist, before pulling me in for a kiss.

“I want you, Mathew.” She hushed against my lips, rubbing her body against mine.

I thought I could never love any woman more than I loved Rose, because she was everything I ever wanted in my woman, but all that changed when Megan came into the picture, and it was then I realised that I never loved Rose. What I felt for her was indebtedness. I realised that I was just with her because I wanted to make it up to her for everything she had done for me. For getting me to where I am today.

I tried to resist Megan, reminding myself that it was wrong, but I always found myself crawling back to her. And at that moment, I knew that this was going to last a lifetime. I was never going to give her up.

Megan suddenly stopped kissing me and pulled her neck back, her brown eyes gazing into mine, melting me as always.

“What now, hmm?” I hushed, trying to pull her close again.

“I haven't showered yet. I'll be back.” She spanked my ass and winked at me before catwalking into the bathroom.

“Fuck!” A silent whisper tore through my lips as my gaze dropped to my erected member, and I let out a groan, throwing myself on the bed.

‘You should reconsider your marriage with this man. He doesn't look like a faithful man'.

My jaws clenched tightly and I sprung up to a sitting position as Bruce's words replayed in my head.

“Did Rose believe him?” I muttered, really hoping that she doesn't. I couldn't mess things up now.

I reached for my phone with high hopes of seeing a reply from Rose already, but my hope was crushed as I was welcomed by my phone's empty screen.

“Huh?” I batted my eyelashes, my lips dropping apart. This was unlike Rose. The Rose I know would've called several times and sent me a series of messages already. How come there was nothing from her yet even after almost an hour of dropping her a message?

“Is she mad at me? Did she believe what that bastard told her?”

So many thoughts flooded my mind in a split second, and for a moment, I thought of going to her, but dismissed the thought immediately.

“I will see her tomorrow.” I muttered, tossing my phone on the bedside table.

The bathroom door opened at that moment, and Megan walked inside. Naked. Her sexy body dripped wet.

“Let's explore the night together, baby.”